It was expected, it shouldn’t have been—but it was. After years of not seeing him, years of trying to grieve his made up death, this is how he repays you.

But it wasn’t him. It just wasn’t, it’s like he got brainwashed or something.

It was depressing if we’re being honest here, you all shocked and happy to see that he’s okay just to end up on the ground with his hands around your throat.

And it wasn’t in a funny manner either, he meant it, it was like a rabid animal that once used to be your loving pet.

The snow was against your body was cold, the ice scraping against both of your skin to add onto the confused pain.

his eyes didn’t even meet yours, and if they did for some odd reason—he didn’t look like he knew you, they didn’t even remember yours.

Unfortunately neither of you really know what’s going on, you’re probably still in state of shock..even worse now.

and he’s just going off of what he’s been ordered, attack anyone threat he sees, anyone that dares to look at him wrong.

Every second that passes his hands grow tighter around your neck, almost like he’s trying to sink you into the ground.

Icarus doesn’t say anything either, he groans grunts or mutters under his breath but not one word is directed towards you.

At least that’s what it seems like, he’s a complete different man now.

It’s not easy to tell what he’s thinking like it used to be.

if he even is thinking anything.